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lyrics

If you could ever see a face. If you should ever hear a name. Both of hers a dirty shame. However beautiful, a shame. And I'd feed her all she eats. I'd take her on a walk. I'd walk her like a dog. My cries to God, her leash. I'd watch her closer every day. Pretend the others all would wait. 'Cause I've got work to do. They'll say, "Oh Charles! The marvelous new change! And I'd keep her safely chained below where no one sees. And I'd beat her like a dog. On her cries to God I'd feast. And I'd wallow in defeat. Take pleasure woefully. Our screams were like a song and the wrath of God, the beat. The truth: I'd never seen her face. As if I'd dare repeat her name. But you all hear the tale the same and you all look the other way. So my fears still warm my sheets as I read of streets she walks. And I'm careful not to leave, 'cause I love her desperately.